Something Wicked This Way Comes....

Growing up I was a little bit of a scary movie junkie and now it seems as if all those movies are catching up with me.  I finally got Steve to watch "The Birds" this year and for as cheesy as a movie made in the 60's is, it could really happen.  I have been telling people that the birds are coming to peck our eyes out for years and here's my proof that I only speak the truth (threw that line in there for you, Lys).  We came out from Wal-Mart two weeks ago and the parking lot was COVERED in birds.  Since they crapped on our car in at least ten different places a few months ago and Steve thought this was his moment of vengeance.  Steve decided to drive all over the parking lot honking at them.  It wouldn't be untrue if I told you he was laughing a little maniacally and probably having too much fun doing it.  You know it's a sad day when I have to be the voice of reason telling him that although there were two other cars doing the same thing, we should probably leave before someone reports our license plate number to PETA.

I made Steve drive slowly so that they didn't break through our windshield.

See, THEY'RE HERE (5 points to whoever gets that reference that is not my dad). You should all consider wearing goggles to your car from now on.

Steve TPed the cat to make him a mummy against my wishes, even if he was using our toilet paper from Costco.  I'm sure you can tell by Charlie's eyes that he is not happy.  Steve just feels the need to humble him every now and then.

I have to show you the back end so you can see how committed Steve was to  wrapping up Charlie.  I still think we should have him stuffed when he dies and pull him out every Halloween as part of our decorations.  If for no other reason than to gross my mom out.

Fuzzy Slipper Sign

As Megan and I were at the drive thru at Taco Bell on Saturday we watched and listened as the person in front of us yelled and berated the people through the intercom because they were not putting her order on the screen by the speaker. Watching someone explode like this over 99 cent tacos made me think of something I learned on my psychiatry rotation.

In medicine there are certain signs that go hand in hand with certain diseases. For example, Murphy's sign is positive when the examiner puts pressure under the patients liver and as the patient is inspiring they suddenly stop. It is associate with Cholecystitis, or inflammation of the gallbladder.

When I was on my Psychiatry rotation, I read a lot about a condition called Borderline Personality Disorder. It is characterized by a set of dysfunctional personality traits including unstable personal relationships, black and white thinking, problems with self image, self cutting, mood instability, and impulsiveness. This disorder is fairly common and you may know people with it: they tend to be manipulative, overly dramatic, sometimes overly hostile, and hate you one second love you the next second kind of people. It is exhausting and at times enraging to deal with them.

One of the residents on my psych rotation told me about the "Fuzzy Slipper Sign". She said that if a patient presents to the psych hospital and she is wearing fuzzy slippers, then they have Borderline Personality Disorder. Turned out the first patient I met with this was wearing pink fuzzy slippers and leopard print pants. I guess the Fuzzy slipper sign is true.